Chapter 554

Chapter 554

The evil books were being compiled, and the records were getting thicker and thicker.

The remaining blank paper was only a thin layer, just like the lamplighters outside, who were now only a small group.

During this time, Li Zhuiyuan witnessed their struggles and also understood their ingenious ideas.

In this wave of evil's ecological niche, the boy stood firmly, and to some extent, he also experienced the difficulties of being an evil being, especially the kind of evil that gets involved with the waves.

On the first floor, there were two corpses lying there. Actually, more than two more arrived later, but Yinmeng had run out of the corpse-dissolving water.

Ah Li opened her eyes and looked at the pillar.

Zhao Yi's figure became visible. He knew that the person upstairs was telling him that he could leave.

"cough……"

Zhao Yi coughed lightly, as if he had smoked too much, but that didn't stop him from taking another deep puff of his pipe, exhaling thick, ghostly smoke.

Ghostly smoke filled the air, permeating every corner, and on the first-floor ceiling, a pair of animal footprints appeared.

Ah Li looked up and realized that there was something hidden there.

Zhao Yi didn't notice either; he had simply helped the man surnamed Li check and turn off the lights before leaving.

The gate between life and death rotated, the ghostly mist contracted, and the true form of that thing was fully revealed.

It is a monkey, not a living creature, but a mechanical puppet. Its owner had long since died at the hands of Runsheng or Ayou, meaning it is not subject to manipulation or control.

If several key points of perception are not present, then no matter how strong your perception is, they are "not present".

"Pfft!"

The monkey landed and remained motionless.

General Sun appeared, intending to implement garbage sorting.

Zhao Yi raised his hand to stop General Sun. He squatted down and poked the monkey with his fingertips.

"Click...click...click..."

A series of sounds rang out, and the monkey's brain and belly opened. The monkey's brain was engraved with arrays, and its belly was covered with explosive talismans. Its internal skeleton was full of sharp spikes.

General Sun was stunned, realizing that if he had just handled it carelessly, it would probably have exploded.

This monkey must have been hiding here for a long time. Its design is to self-destruct when someone leaves this Wangjiang Tower.

Believe it or not, such a rigid and inflexible arrangement can actually have a surprising effect, giving you a sudden shock when you're most likely to let your guard down.

Zhao Yi simulated it in his mind, then shook his head and sighed:
"What a pity, what a pity, the one surnamed Li has a domain."

What's even more unfortunate is that after the arena opens, the only person who can enter here and leave early is Zhao Yi, so unsurprisingly, this monkey will only blew himself up.

Zhao Yi shrugged, his figure transforming into black mist and drifting away.

Li Zhuiyuan twitched his fingertips slightly, merging Runsheng and the others into the same floor as Zhao Yi.

In that instant, Li Zhuiyuan sensed a threat.

The white-haired youth standing next to Zhao Yi let out a sharp shout:
"Brother Zhao, I'm begging you."

The moment the words were spoken, the "white-haired youth" erupted in protest.

Zhao Yi: "I, Zhao, will certainly live up to Brother Liu's trust, and I will not let any of my comrades die in vain!"

Runsheng stood still, his body twisting and contorting as he adjusted. The more layers he cleared, the more time he needed to recover from the accumulated injuries.

When it was Zhao Yi's turn, Tan Wenbin stopped trying to physically slow down Lin Shuyou.

"Roar!"

Lin Shuyou opened his mouth and roared, the trident phantom he held in his hands becoming so solid it was almost tangible.

But when Zhao Yi's figure was reflected in his vertical pupils, Ayou, unusually, did not go to compete with Runsheng for the right to kick off.

The gate between life and death on Zhao Yi's chest cracked open, and the phantom of the ghost dragon appeared. Standing in the phantom was a "white-haired youth." It seemed that the two sides were carrying out a pre-planned plan to face death.

The ghost dragon twisted and magnified, drawing in a large amount of resentment and curses from other floors. He tilted his head back and pointed his finger at the boy on the second floor.

This is a spell, drawing upon the despair of countless previous deaths to create a move that can bypass the cold rules of Wangjiang Tower. Wails and hatred surge forth with overwhelming force!
A glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of the few remaining lamplighters and their followers; they saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

Not to mention them, even Zhao Yi himself was tempted.

He hadn't expected that he could gather so much magical power in one go. If he went all out, he might really be able to break through to the Bodhisattva level of the Li family!

But it was only a brief moment of attraction. Moreover, the man surnamed Li had more than one Bodhisattva identity. In order not to cause misunderstandings or expose his "wolf's ambition" too much, Zhao Yi held back a little, pretending that he could only do so much and did not continue to mobilize more spell power.

Li Zhuiyuan raised one hand, revealing a lotus mark between his eyebrows.

"Amitabha."

The ghostly dragon let out a fierce roar, and blood flowed from the crack between Zhao Yi's life and death. He cried out in disbelief:
"Bodhisattva. You are actually a Bodhisattva! Damn it, Qinglong Temple has ruined me!"

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, his body swaying and trembling.

It seems that although the spell did not achieve its full effect, it caused the boy to lose absolute control over Wangjiang Tower.

The surrounding river and high walls became disordered, and the internal layering and overlapping were broken.

After Zhao Yi gave out a location, he shouted, "Everyone, accept your fate and run!"

Most of the remaining people fled frantically in the direction Zhao Yi pointed.

Chen Jing picked up Zhao Yi and began to flee.

Zhao Yi twisted Chen Jing's ear, and Chen Jing turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Some of the lamplighters kept a close eye on Zhao Yi's movements, and when they saw him turn around, they immediately followed.

The group that acted rashly in the early stages crashed into the river wall and couldn't escape. Since there were the most people there, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou rushed towards them. Meanwhile, the group that escaped with Zhao Yi successfully squeezed into the river wall and, like fish and shrimp, escaped to safety.

Zhao Yi reached out and pulled Chen Jing's ear down.

Chen Jing's ascent slowed down.

Most people were only thinking about the desire to swim to the surface. A very small number of people were able to stay sober and continue to pay attention to Zhao Yi's movements. This group also slowed down their ascent.

Upon seeing the incident at Wangjiang Tower and the successful escape of some individuals, the various teams along the riverbank immediately began their operation without further orders.

Blood mist immediately exploded on the river surface.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to use this group as scapegoats to draw attention, Zhao Yi was able to sneak out with the remaining people.

After landing, I thought everything was fine, but unexpectedly, a powerful aura was rushing towards us at an astonishing speed.

Who would make such a big fuss about catching fish? You don't even need to think to know who it is.

But even though she acted this way, Zhao Yi really thought she could take all the fish he had painstakingly brought out.

"Everyone, scatter and escape for your lives! Best of luck!"

Zhao Yi didn't leave; he stayed where he was. He didn't dare to leave first; he had to stay and protect the tadpoles he had brought out.

"Buzz!"

The flute rang out, and before anyone could see her, her move was already visible. Miss Chen didn't even have a chance to speak.

Xu Ming erected a wooden wall, which shattered with a "bang." The Liang sisters joined forces to cast a human formation, but the formation was broken by the light from the jade flute the moment it was activated.

Chen Jing transformed into a white wolf and stood in front of Zhao Yi.

An invisible waterfall wave pushed A-Jing away.

Cui Di pointed directly at Zhao Yi.

If he were at his peak, Zhao Yi was confident that he could take advantage of the terrain, make some arrangements, and try to outmaneuver Miss Chen and seize an opportunity.

But ever since Zhou Xuqing started using up his life force, and then working for the man surnamed Li one after another, his body had long been completely depleted.

At this moment, Zhao Yi didn't even dare to touch the knife, afraid that he might unleash his murderous intent and provoke Miss Chen.

Zhao Yi spread his hands out, raised them above his head, and shouted:

"Dinner's ready!"

The flute stopped in front of Zhao Yi's forehead, and Chen Xiyuan appeared.

Zhao Yi blinked.

Chen Xiyuan's eyes showed hesitation.

A good and qualified mole can make the people on this side also think that you may really be a mole.

Zhao Yi: "I'm so stupid, and that guy surnamed Li is so smart, so the reason I was able to escape must be because that guy surnamed Li deliberately let me escape."

Chen Xiyuan put away her flute and nodded: "That makes sense."

Zhao Yi: "How could someone as inhuman as me be willing to help others escape? This shows that those people are useful to me and to the guy surnamed Li."

Chen Xiyuan nodded again: "That makes sense."

Zhao Yi: "So, stop chasing. This is the only one left."

Chen Xiyuan hung the flute back on her waist: "Okay."

Chen Jing: "Sister Chen!"

Chen Xiyuan smiled at A Jing, took out a handful of candy made by Aunt Liu from her pocket, and handed it to A Jing.

Zhao Yi climbed onto Chen Jing: "You should hurry up and go find that guy surnamed Li. He needs someone to help him move the goods."

Chen Xiyuan turned and left, her arrival aggressive and her departure swift.

A-Jing: "Sister Chen is such a kind person."

Zhao Yi: "What if she had just blown my head off?"

A-Jing: "Then..."

Zhao Yi mimicked Chen Jing's tone: "That was just Sister Chen's carelessness; she definitely didn't do it on purpose."

Ah Jing lowered her head and murmured, "Brother Yi, if you die, I won't live either."

Zhao Yi smiled and touched A Jing's earlobe, then grasped it and twisted the "accelerator":
"Alright, let's go quickly."

"Brother Yi, shall we go back to Mount Lu?"

"Go back to Mount Lu my ass! Go to Qinglong Temple and tell them there's a traitor there!"

……

Li Zhuiyuan walked down the stairs, and the girl followed beside him, carrying the blood-stained porcelain bottle.

Stepping over the threshold and outside, my shoes sank directly into the thick, bloody mud.

After the layers disappeared, only this one layer remained, piled high with blood and corpses, like a hellish scene.

This building can be seen as a symbol of power and status in the martial arts world, and the current scene seems to provide the most accurate interpretation of this.

Zhao Yi must be studying the art of curses every day.

His move was indeed beautiful, and it certainly posed a certain threat to Li Zhuiyuan.

However, what Li Zhuiyuan found even more interesting was that the people who died in the square hated him so much before they died.

He hated himself for not obediently walking into their trap and being killed by them, and he hated himself for actually fighting them fairly.

The square was still far from calm.

Tan Wenbin's worst fears came true: with no enemies left, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou became adversaries.

The nine black shadows on Runsheng's body all became clear, which was an improvement in his status. It was equivalent to clearing away the most difficult objective material conditions for Runsheng to continue to follow in Uncle Qin's footsteps.

But they are still not satisfied, and the improvement they achieve in extreme ways will inevitably lead to terrible side effects.

The same applies to Lin Shuyou. The figures of the White Crane Boy and General Zeng appear alternately on his body. Rather than saying that Ayou, as a spirit medium, is bearing the power of the Yin gods with his own body, it is more accurate to say that the divine bodies of these two Yin gods are so heavy that they can treat Ayou as a "puppet".

A series of cracking sounds emanated from Runsheng's body as he tilted and shifted to the side, making a new round of adjustments.

Lin Shuyou bent over, his arms hanging at his sides, and looked up, his bloodshot vertical pupils fixed on Runsheng.

Runsheng clenched his fist, and Lin Shuyou once again conjured a trident.

Tan Wenbin moved further away from them and appeared behind Li Zhuiyuan.

At this point, Tan Wenbin realized that his reputation was no longer enough.

Li Zhuiyuan called out, "Brother Runsheng."

As if provoked, the nine black shadows on Runsheng's body collectively let out a silent roar at Li Zhuiyuan. Their pride made them extremely resistant to the boy's influence on their host.

Nine waves of energy surged forth, sweeping towards Li Zhuiyuan.

Ah Li stood in front of the boy.

Before the girl could react, the shockwave receded, and the nine black shadows were forcibly suppressed back into her body amidst waves of resentment.

No matter when or under what circumstances, Runsheng will never harm Xiaoyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't explain why this law came about, but it was proven time and again.

Perhaps, this is like how the original body can never understand why the inner demon is so fixated on that boring human skin.

Runsheng let out a low growl. He was in great pain. It would take some time to completely subdue the nine dark figures.

Ah You couldn't hold back any longer and rushed towards Run Sheng.

The mark between Li Zhuiyuan's eyebrows became visible.

"what!!!!!!"

Lin Shuyou stopped and screamed in agony, clutching his head.

The phantoms of the White Crane Boy and General Zeng on his body were also wailing.

Compared to Runsheng's unconditional trust, Li Zhuiyuan handled Ayou's problem with more peace of mind because it could be replicated.

As a Bodhisattva, both the True Lord system and the Official General system were mastered by the young man.

Tan Wenbin looked at Xiao Yuan and then at Ayou, feeling that Xiao Yuan was like Tang Sanzang reciting the mantra of tightening the headband.

The lotus mark between Li Zhuiyuan's eyebrows began to tremble, and the White Crane Boy and General Zeng were resisting the control from the "Bodhisattva".

They've been fed too much, and their audacity has grown too.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hands together in prayer and recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra.

"Roar!"

Lin Shuyou turned around and faced the boy.

The White Crane Boy and General Zeng, with their ferocious appearances, exuded intense resentment. They themselves were unaware of what they were doing, driven only by wild instincts.

The first one to regain some composure was Lin Shuyou.

A picture flashed through Ayou's mind: he was hanging upside down from the dormitory balcony and saw a pair of high heels in the dormitory, as well as a boy and a young man lying on the bed.

Once the floodgates of memory were opened, a torrent of subsequent events poured out.

The bloodshot color in Lin Shuyou's vertical pupils faded by a third, but he was now somewhat unable to control his body. He felt very heavy, as if he were wrapped in several layers of thick clothes, and the clothes were moving on their own.

Moreover, the direction it was moving was actually towards Xiao Yuan Ge?
Ayou felt like he was going crazy, but after thinking about it again, he realized that it wasn't him who was crazy, but the two things inside him.

Lin Shuyou thought to himself: Cuju team, Cuju team, Cuju team.

The mad, divine figure of the White Crane Boy paused for a moment, continuing his madness while seemingly pondering the meaning of the word.

In the darkness, a deep-seated obsession began to wrestle with His wildness.

The boy seemed to see a whole yard full of cribs, all filled with babies surnamed Lin, and all of them, whether or not they had little birds, looked just like Benben.

The divine figure of the White Crane Boy suddenly laughed out loud amidst its roars and howls.

The child's consciousness also recovered somewhat, at least allowing Him to finally see clearly who He was attacking.

"Eee-yah-yah... Oh my god!"

In an instant, intense fear extinguished all wildness.

Seeing that General Zeng was still roaring, the boy chuckled: "Ah ha, you scheming fellow, you've finally met your match!"

Immediately afterwards, the boy realized that he and this person were in the same boat. If this guy continued to act recklessly, it might provoke that person a hundred years later to further intensify their efforts to dismantle and suppress him.

"presumptuous!"

Without hesitation, the boy's shadowy figure engaged in a fight with General Zeng.

Lin Shuyou fell to the ground and rolled around repeatedly.

The talisman armor in Ah Li's pocket trembled slightly, and General Sun also wanted to go up and beat General Zeng.

Li Zhuiyuan continued chanting Buddhist scriptures. Now that there was no need to suppress the child, the boy could focus all his pressure on General Zeng.

The immense pressure and the constant criticism from his colleagues gradually brought General Zeng back to his senses.

General Zeng: "I..."

White Crane Boy: "Traitor!"

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his hands.

The White Crane Boy dared not pretend to be stupid any longer and withdrew. Lin Shuyou got up from the ground, and the two Yin Gods relinquished control of his body. Ayou's senses instantly returned.

"Ah~~~"

Lin Shuyou's entire body was in pain, and his internal organs were filled with various internal injuries.

He climbed halfway up, but lost his balance and fell down with a "plop".

Tan Wenbin quickly stepped forward and helped Ayou up.

"Brother Bin, how did you get so badly injured?"

"It's nothing, I'll tell you about it when we get back to the village."

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Lin Shuyou.

Ayou: "Brother Xiaoyuan..."

Ayou is now unable to control Baihe Tongzi and Zeng Jiangjun on his own, which means that Ayou and these two Yin gods are in a state of serious mismatch.

"Brother Binbin, remember to inform the Lin Family Temple later and tell them not to use spirit mediums recently. Also, inform the Guanjiang Ancestral Temple not to use spirit mediums for General Zeng."

"Yes, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Even if the White Crane Boy and General Zeng only unleash a tiny bit of their divine power, this being is not something an ordinary spirit medium can withstand. The moment he descends, he will drive the spirit medium insane.

However, because I changed the system of Zhenjun and Guanjiangshou during my last trip to Fujian, even if the Lin family cannot summon spirit mediums, they can summon other spirit mediums such as Guanjiangshou, so it will no longer affect their daily exorcism work as it did in the past.

In the future, only those with exceptionally strong will and extraordinary talent among each generation of spirit mediums will be qualified to become spirit mediums and generals.

General Zeng thought to himself, "I can take a rest now."

For General Zeng, it's good to be able to focus on this and not have to run errands outside anymore.

Boy: "Hmm...hmm?"

Tongzi suddenly realized something: in the past, as long as a child was Lin Shuyou's child, he could become his Little True Lord. Now it means that ordinary children are not enough; only gifted children are allowed.
How many babies would you have to have to scratch off one prize?

"Brother Xiaoyuan!"

"Brother Xiaoyuan!"

The group from outside walked along the bridge and onto the Wangjiang Tower. Even though they had seen the scene of corpses piled up from afar, they were still choked by the strong smell of blood when they actually stepped into the square.

Fortunately, most of them were only slightly affected and recovered quickly.

After all, deep down, they don't consider themselves to be the same kind of people as these guys, so naturally they wouldn't feel any sense of kinship.

If all this trash could be cleaned up, this place would truly look presentable.

"vomit!"

Xia He slid off Xu Mofan's back, vomited, and tears streamed down her face.

Many people laughed when they saw this. Everyone knew that the little girl wasn't unable to bear the bloody scene, but for another reason.

Xu Mofan's face also flushed slightly.

From Xia He's question on the shore earlier, Xu Mofan knew that even though he himself had submitted to that person, in his maid's heart, he, Xu Mofan, was still her Dragon King.

Zhu Yiwen licked his lips as he looked at the shards scattered on the ground; Feng Xionglin admired the various hairstyles.

What Luo Xiaoyu saw was a chessboard the size of a square, covered with broken chess pieces.

Mu Qiuying recalled the Tingfeng Canyon not long ago, where corpses had also littered the ground. However, that time it was caused by the old lady and two elders, while this time it was led by the head of the family. She felt that she had seen the grandeur of the Dragon King's family that her grandmother often described to her when she was a child.

Yayoi's left eye was filled with compassion, and his right eye with excitement. He felt a little regretful that he could only stay on the periphery and could not come here first. Here, he could freely perform rituals for the deceased and kill to his heart's content.

Tao Zhuming: "The river will be much more spacious in the future, and it won't be so crowded anymore."

Ling Wuxing: "They weren't really competitors to begin with."

Tao Zhuming: "And what about us?"

Ling Wuxing: "We only admitted defeat because we couldn't win; they never even thought they could win."

Chen Xiyuan looked at Runsheng with curiosity.

Her actions also attracted the attention of others.

When Runsheng noticed that everyone was looking at him, he stopped drinking water and looked puzzled.

Chen Xiyuan: "Runsheng, I think you look a lot like Uncle Qin now."

Everyone who entered the village had seen Uncle Qin, the only elder of the Qin family, the current Dragon King. And right now, Runsheng gave off an almost identical feeling to when Uncle Qin carried a hoe and passed by them.

The ordinariness that can suppress that kind of thing is not just ordinary ordinariness.

Runsheng scratched his head. Hearing this, he now really wanted to go back to the village and let his master see him.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Thank you all for your hard work. Please hurry up and search this place. If you see anything you want, please write it down. I will give it to you when we get back."

Once everything is settled here, I will take you all to Qinglong Temple!

"We obey!"

……

Qinglong Temple.

When the tower made of golden lotuses appeared, all the guests present knew that something was wrong.

Starting from the base of the Golden Lotus Pagoda, every short while, a golden lotus would disappear with a "pop".

Following this was Liu Yumei's "Please accept my condolences."

At first, when Liu Yumei spoke, she would look at the "person involved" and try her best to let the other party feel her sincere condolences.

Some of those who received condolences felt helpless and lost, while others put on a brave face in response. But in their hearts, the vast majority of them were actually still holding a grudge.

Although it's unclear why Kong Yi would present it in this way, this scene can be interpreted in another way, such as the Li family head being attacked by the masses.

In the previous generation, there was also a member of the Qin family who encountered this situation. In the end, that member of the Qin family lost everything and only managed to survive by sheer luck.

Whether in the pavilion or by the stream, many guests believed that even if there were some unexpected events or setbacks, the general trend was that what happened in the previous generation would be repeated in this generation.

Even though Liu Yumei had absolute confidence in her son Xiaoyuan, the sight of the golden lotus representing him, with layers of opponents gathered below, made the old lady's heart clench.

Inside that golden lotus are Xiao Yuan, A Li, and Zhuang Zhuang; they are Qin Liu's future, and Liu Yumei's everything.

Under such circumstances, Liu Yumei had to suppress her anxiety and try her best to earn back her losses and vent her anger.

In short, before the actual results are revealed, everyone sees what they want to see.

Tao Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the other man's grandson who was high above him, always keeping his eyes open; occasionally, the old man would also glance at his own grandson who had been played with to death.

After accomplishing the feat of taking on six people at once, Jinlian, the grandson of the woman, was left in a semi-crippled state and then stopped moving.

Of course, in reality, this doesn't mean that one's own grandson isn't moving, but it at least shows that Tao Zhuming isn't at the core.

It's highly likely that this grandson is just like me, standing on the sidelines watching the show!
Everything that needed to be done had been done, and the Tao family's attitude and stance had been made clear. The grandson's mission was accomplished, and Tao Yunhe did not want anything to really happen to him.

After watching for a while, Tao Yunhe felt a little itchy and hoped that his grandson could rush up and help out. Didn't he see that they were facing a huge number of golden lotuses?
No, how could this bastard hold back from getting involved?
At his age, looking at this tall tower, he couldn't help but feel a surge of youthful exuberance.

With the Golden Lotus Tower erected, the scattered Golden Lotuses around it lost their need for attention. Jiang Xiuzhi felt relieved, no longer needing to worry about her granddaughter. However, she then began to worry about her sister Liu. But looking at her sister's confident and upright figure, just like when she was young, Jiang Xiuzhi felt guilty for having such thoughts.

"Snapped!"

My condolences.

"Snapped!"

My condolences.

Gradually, the order of events seemed to blur. In a daze, it wasn't Liu Yumei mourning afterward, but rather her calling in the King of Hell.

Furthermore, this rhythm is so steady it's almost excessive, to the point of being unbelievable.

As if it had been properly adjusted, it gradually dissipated from beneath the Golden Lotus Pagoda, in a neat and orderly fashion.

Is this a scene that would appear during a siege?

It was more like being escorted to the execution ground in a line, and having their heads chopped off one by one.

The guests present could accept death, even if it was their own family heir who died, but they could not accept this pace of death.

It seems that no matter what happens, this process will not be changed. It was all destined long ago, just waiting for that person to pick up the sickle and harvest crop after crop.

Liu Yumei stopped shouting.

Sigh, I've reflected on this so many times, thinking I should be more radical, but time and time again it's proven that I'm still too conservative.

Before coming, she told Xiao Yuan that she wanted to watch their face-changing performance closely, and what Xiao Yuan provided for her was a captivating atmosphere.

A deep sense of despair permeated both banks of the Bixi River.

Even though the results haven't been announced yet, and even though the "tower" is still covered in lotus blossoms, for some reason, everyone has lost faith that the golden lotus at the very top will suddenly burst open.

Every Dragon King, in his time, would suppress his contemporaries, but it has never been heard of any Dragon King suppressing his contemporaries in this way while traveling along the river.

At this moment, the mood of those lighting lamps in Wangjiang Tower was shifted to the stream, and because they could not see the direct scene, their struggle and unease were amplified.

"Zhizhi."

"Hey."

"I'm tired."

“Then I’ll take my sister’s place.”

Liu Yumei wanted to say that she had no interest in shouting anymore, but seeing that Jiang Xiuzhi was in high spirits, she decided to let her be.

Sitting back down at the stone table, Liu Yumei picked up her tea and took a sip.

This bitter, inferior tea suddenly tasted refreshingly sweet.

Jiang Xiuzhi got up, walked to the pavilion, and continued to greet the "person involved" on behalf of Liu Yumei.

Old feelings may be old feelings, but what Jiang Xiuzhi is doing now has nothing to do with those old feelings.

When each generation of Dragon King appears, this martial arts world must prepare itself to cooperate with this Dragon King. No one stipulates that this must be done, as long as you are willing to bear the consequences of not cooperating.

The Dragon King is proud and aloof, and with very few exceptions, he is generally unwilling to get involved in conflicts in the martial arts world. Of course, no one dares to involve the Dragon King in conflicts.

But... what if it's like this now?
The affairs of the river are settled on the river. Over so many generations, only one person, Liu Qingcheng, has ever taken up a sword and gone down the river to seek revenge. Well, she also died young.

But you people on the shore, when the Dragon King was crossing the river, you reached your hands into the water. After the Dragon King went down into the river, he came to seek revenge on you one by one. Even if it is recorded in the history books of the martial arts world, later generations will think that this is the way to settle scores and is justified.

Many people are already silently speculating whether the Dragon King's actions will cause a karmic backlash. But the problem is, they themselves have sown this seed of karma!

Only then did everyone realize that they hadn't really considered the consequences of failure, because they had assumed success before even planning and participating in the endeavor.

Jiang Xiuzhi: "Please accept my condolences."

It's unclear who started it, but after Jiang Xiuzhi offered her condolences, the "person involved" stood up and returned the greeting to Jiang Xiuzhi, and especially to the person sitting behind her, with a trembling voice and a very low posture.

Even though their own family heir was killed, what they want to do now is to apologize.

If Liu Yumei were to speak up, they would even be willing to kneel down and beg for the matter to be forgiven.

Those sitting in the pavilion instinctively wanted to maintain a semblance of decorum, but truly respectable people or those with real influence would not participate in such sordid affairs.

As a powerful force in the martial arts world, their foundation is enough to allow them to withstand the storms of generations of martial arts, but no one wants to see a Dragon King standing at the gate of their ancestral home one day.

Because their own family has produced a Dragon King, they understand even more how terrifying the Dragon King is. Especially since you took the initiative to make the Dragon King lower his proud head, stare at you intently, and settle accounts with you.

Admittedly, until the very end, no one knows who will ultimately sit on the throne of the Dragon King. There are always unexpected events on the river, but looking at the Golden Lotus Pagoda, which has already dissipated more than half of itself according to the established pattern, is enough to make one dare not hope for any more surprises.

My condolences.

Inside the pavilion, the elder of the Xin family stood up and bowed respectfully, his posture lower and more humble than that of the guests by the stream.

He already knew that after the news of the Qinglong Temple incident spread today, his family would definitely begin a purge, and those involved would be punished. Before that Chenglong King, he had to show his attitude, even if it was just a passable one, just in case. As the representative who came here, he would definitely not be able to get away with it.

Since that's the case, why not do more for the family?

"The Xin family has disgraced their family and failed the martial arts world. We will give Qin Liu an explanation."

It can only be said that a power that can sit in a pavilion is always one step ahead of a power that can only sit by the stream.

The elder of the Ming family looked ashen-faced, unsure how to report back to his mistress.

The Ming family suppressed Qin Liu for two consecutive generations, resulting in their own family becoming weaker and weaker, while Qin Liu was almost about to produce the next Dragon King.

The main problem is that there's no way to stop them. All the people that can be gathered on the river are here. No matter how much resources you have, you can't organize a second time. Besides, those who are still lighting lamps on the river didn't come this time, so how could they possibly come next time?
The elder's expression was the most complicated. His movements were very similar to Tao Yunhe's, glancing at the Golden Lotus Pagoda one moment and then at the golden lotus of his young master the next.

Which side is my family on?
Zhou Huai-ren is now somewhat hopeful, hoping that his grandson will inexplicably stand on the other side, just like the one from the Ling family.

There are reasons for such doubts. If his grandson were to help that person, taking advantage of the location of Wangjiang Tower, the previous situation could indeed be reversed.

Liu Yumei held the teacup lid and gently scraped the rim of the cup. She couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the return gifts outside, no matter how humble they were or what emotions they conveyed.

The intense anticipation upon arrival, the confrontational attitude upon arrival, and the opportunistic kicking at someone's down at the beginning of the situation all seem to be the work of another Liu Yumei.

Now, all that's left of her is laziness.

You don't need to think about anything, you don't need to do anything, just like before the old dog left, just like when you were still the young lady of the Liu family, just like when you were young, and you would like to go to the ancestral hall to find the Dragon King's tablet, just like Ah Li.

Back then, she truly didn't understand what sorrow was, or even how to write the word "wronged." She believed that even if the sky fell, someone would come to protect her.

Tao Yunhe turned his head and glanced at Liu Yumei in the pavilion next door.

Liu Yumei's gaze sharpened slightly.

Tao Yunhe was so frightened that he immediately looked away. Oh no, the smell in his nasal cavity was getting stronger again. If he dared to get any closer, someone would knock him out and throw him into the latrine again.

Finally, amidst a series of rapid, dissipating sounds that changed rhythm, a group of golden lotuses quickly vanished, and a small number of golden lotuses escaped from the area. However, the "golden lotuses" who had been watching from the outside rushed forward and began to fight each other.

Finally, only a few scattered blossoms remained, and they were able to leave.

ended.

Some guests stood up to leave, but instead of saying goodbye to Kong Yi, the host, they bowed to Liu Yumei, who was sitting there.

What happened here must be reported back immediately so that the family or sect can make arrangements as soon as possible, and... deal with oneself.

With hands clasped together, his voice boomed like a bell:
"Have you all forgotten that today is the ceremony of viewing the Buddha Lotus? The real Buddha Lotus has not yet bloomed. Please be patient."

This is Qinglong Temple. Even though the eminent monks here are no longer here, the restrictions and formations here are enough for Kong Yi to say such a forceful thing as keeping people here.

Seeing this, everyone returned to their seats and continued to wait.

Time continued to pass, but the lotus flower remained unopened.

A new batch of novice monks brought tea and snacks.

The young novice monk who entered Zhou Huai-ren's pavilion silently chanted a Buddhist prayer to Zhou Huai-ren.

At this moment, Zhou Huai-ren suddenly looked at Kong Yi and asked:
"Kong Yi, why hasn't that traitorous monk from Qinglong Temple shown up?"

The reason why his grandson Zhou Xuqing was not prominent was because he had manipulated Wangjiang Tower. It was necessary to conceal the key existence of Wangjiang Tower in the early stages, but there was no need to conceal the traitorous monk from Qinglong Temple.

This matter became increasingly strange and important after I received new information.

Kong Yi: "Has Benefactor Zhou forgotten? Only when someone with whom you have a karmic entanglement is present will a golden lotus appear in this pond."

Zhou Huai-ren: "Weren't you there?"

Kong Yi: "This humble monk has no karmic connection with this traitorous monk."

Zhou Huai-ren: "Even if that traitorous monk is expelled from your Qinglong Temple, the cause and effect cannot be so easily severed."

Everyone present, hadn't they all shared a contract with the lamplighter at home? Didn't they just demonstrate that?
Kong Yi: "After I surrendered twice by lighting lamps back then, I have not returned to the temple to fulfill my vow since then."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huai-ren immediately stood up. Many people in the pavilion also stood up, their eyes fixed on Kong Yi, who was sitting in the Bixi River.

The practice of splitting up before the lamp-lighting ceremony and returning to the clan after admitting defeat at the second lamp-lighting ceremony is a tacitly accepted way to avoid cause and effect in the martial arts world. However, Kong Yi has never returned to Qinglong Temple since that generation ended his journey across the river!

This means that Kong Yi is a solitary person with no causal issues.

If it were to leave the temple in advance to avoid karma, that would be one thing, but how could it be decades in advance? This shows that Kong Yi didn't care about Qinglong Temple at all. So what was his purpose in getting involved in this matter?
Kong Yi turned around, facing the pavilion where Liu Yumei was, and said sincerely:

"Young Master Qin, you should have invited this humble monk, who was in seclusion, to go with you back then. After all, it's a death retreat; where isn't a retreat, where isn't death?"

From Zhou Huai-ren and the others' reactions, Liu Yu-mei understood the implication, and she smiled:

"Old Dog didn't even take me with him back then, how could he possibly remember to take you, you bald monk?"

Kong shook his head: "It's different."

Liu Yumei: "How is it different?"

Kong Yi: "This humble monk can cook noodles, but Miss Liu cannot."

Liu Yumei clenched her fists, and the aura of feng shui from the sky poured down, as if forming a sword stance.

Kong Yi: "Miss Liu, please calm down. This lotus will bloom soon."

Liu Yumei loosened her grip, and the sword stance dissipated: "Hmph, once this matter is over, I'll settle the score with you properly."

Kong Yi: "This account can't be settled. Everyone in the martial arts world knows that this Buddha Lotus can only bloom with the sacrifice of a high monk."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the mountain gate:
"Li Zhuiyuan, the head of the Qin Liu family, led his fellow martial artists to Qinglong Temple to attend the ceremony!"

Kong Yi rose from the green stream and laughed loudly:
"The Buddha Lotus has arrived. Please join this humble monk in viewing it!"

(End of this chapter)